This is the last time I’ll think of you.

Why? I just don’t know.

Maybe I don’t care anymore.

I don’t know why. Why. Why. Why.

I never though I would feel this way.

Yes I loved you. But that word doesn’t mean anything now.

It doesn’t even matter now.

I’ve been killing myself.

Over and over again.

And I had enough.

Having always to plea for your time

for your attention.

for a bit of love.

This feeling is too much.

This craziness is insane.

I’m losing it.

I’ve been trying everything

but still everyday is like a misery.

but I’ll have to keep on moving anyway.

I should have move on along time ago

I should have let this feeling gone.

I just don’t know why it takes me long enough.

To realize you’re not worth the wait.

The tears.

The time.

The feelings.

And my unhappiness.

I have been caught up with my own emotions.

With my own feelings.

With my own selflessness.

I’ve never felt so low in my life

you’re the only one keep reminding me that.

Now I’m done. So done.

I made mistakes, yes.

and that’s it.